If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

September 25

My heart is a warm pocket, in which I carry birthday wishes and what remains of a curious old man.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

          Of the Buckley’s, I wondered which would better sing Hallelujah,
          Father? Son?
          of the muddied rivers that seized their young throats, I thought,
          of my own dark waters,
          of how, aged, I am beyond the tragedy of such angels
          and, should hope, 
          not to be found snared in the shallows,
          but rather, by tender hands,
          tumbled by luck and longevity, smooth as glass.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

I Learned Today...

...that, while not particularly desirable, it is entirely possible to give your sideburns a Moe Cut.